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I'm having a baby. It does odd things to my libido, and I don't mind.
I don't miss the degradation. The shivering stops when I get my coat on.
I don't care for sex in libraries or cinematic flourishes.
Strangers in the night exchange no glances.
Judy will be declined tonight.
Wilde's Queensbury is absent, the rump remains virginally pretty.
Puddles help me relax, I no longer want to do it.
I certainly don't want to go.